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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.