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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the rock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.