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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.