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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.