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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
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Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.