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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.