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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.