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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
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.