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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.