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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.