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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.