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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.