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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.