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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.