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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.