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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Skriet,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Pylon,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.