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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.