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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Can,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.