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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
the Slits,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
X-102,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Martian,
ABC,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.