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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.