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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Mars,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.