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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.