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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.