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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.