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 France and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.