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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
New Order,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.