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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 F. McDonald 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.