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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.