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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Q65,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.