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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.