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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.