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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.