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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
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.