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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Toronto and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.