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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Zapp,
10cc,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.