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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.