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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
AZ,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.