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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.