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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.