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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.