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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
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Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.