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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.