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 Colombia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.