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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Visage,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.