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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.