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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.