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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.