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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.