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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.