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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
John Holt,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.