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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 London and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.