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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.