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 Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.