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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.