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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.