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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Index,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.