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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.