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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nico to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Index,
Scientists,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.