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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Scientists,
Motorama,
New Order,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.