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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Move,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.