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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.