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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.