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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.