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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.