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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
the Association,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.