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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.