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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.