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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.