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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.