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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Monks,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.