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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.