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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
ABC,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.