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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.