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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.