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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.