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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.