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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.