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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.