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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.