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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.