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 Sudan and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.