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 Romania and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.