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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.