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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.