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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Television,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Faust,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.