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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.