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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.