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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.