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 Algeria 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.