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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.