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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.