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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Can,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.