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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.