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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.