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 Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.