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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.