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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.