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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.