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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.