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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The Cure,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.