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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.