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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.