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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.