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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.