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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.