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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Technova,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.