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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.