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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.