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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.