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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Brick,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.