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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.