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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.