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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.