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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Japan,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.