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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.