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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.