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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Rakim,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.