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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 New York and Paris.
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 organ 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 Smoke to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.