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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.