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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.