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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
The Invisible,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.