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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.