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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.