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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.