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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.