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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.