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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.