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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.