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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.