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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.