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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.