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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.