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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.