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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.