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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.