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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.