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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.