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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.