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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
ABC,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.