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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Index,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.