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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.