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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.