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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.