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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.