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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.