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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Byrd,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.