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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.