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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.