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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.