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 Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.