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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.