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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.