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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.