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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.