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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.