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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.