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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.