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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.