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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.