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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.