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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.