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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.