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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.