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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.