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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.