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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Deakin,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.