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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.