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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.