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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.