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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.