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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.