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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.