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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Swans,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.