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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.