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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Index,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.