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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.