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 Oman 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.