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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.