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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.