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 Georgia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.