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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.