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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.