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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.