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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.