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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.