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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.