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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.