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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.