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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 CMW to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.