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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.