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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.