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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.