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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.