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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.