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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.