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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.