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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.