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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Names,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.