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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.