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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.