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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.