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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
the Swans,
ABBA,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.