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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.