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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.