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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.