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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Technova,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.