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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.