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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.