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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
CMW,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.