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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.