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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.