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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.