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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.