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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.