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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.