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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.