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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
AZ,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Wings,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.