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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
PIL,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.