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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.