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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.