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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.