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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.