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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.