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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.