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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.