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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.