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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.