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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.