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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
UT,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.