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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.