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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.