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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.