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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.