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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Fear,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.