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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.