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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.