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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.