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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.