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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.