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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.