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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.