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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.