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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.