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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.