Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.