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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.