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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.