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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.