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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.