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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.