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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.