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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
June Days,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.