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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Wake,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.