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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.