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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.