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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.