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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Can,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.