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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.