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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Standells 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.