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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.