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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.