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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.