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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Shuggie Otis 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Television,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.