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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.