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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.