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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.