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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.