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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.