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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Last Poets 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.