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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.