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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.