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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.