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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.