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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Franke,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.