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 Mauritius 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.