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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.