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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.