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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.