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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.