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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.