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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.