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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slackers to the disco 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. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
The Move,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.