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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.