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 Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
UT,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.