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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.