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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.