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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.