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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters 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 grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.