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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Television,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.