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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.