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 France and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
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.