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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.