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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
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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.