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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.