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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.