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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.