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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.