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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.