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 Uruguay 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Cymande,
MDC,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Zapp,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.