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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.