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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.