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 Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.