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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Slave,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.