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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.