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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.