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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.