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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Whodini,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.