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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.