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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.