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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.