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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.