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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Monks,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.