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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.