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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.