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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.