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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.