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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
AZ,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.