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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.