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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.