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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.