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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.