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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.