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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.