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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.