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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gichy Dan 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.