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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.