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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.