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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Black Dice,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.