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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.