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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.