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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.