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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.