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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Names,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.