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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.