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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Quantec,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.