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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
JFA,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
June of 44,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.