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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.