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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.