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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.