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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.