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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.