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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.