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 Romania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.