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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.