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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.