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 Estonia and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.