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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.