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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.