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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.