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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.