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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.