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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.