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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.