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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.