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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.