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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.