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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.