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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.