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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.