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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Q65,
Gong,
The Move,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.