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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.