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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.