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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.