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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.