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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Television,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.