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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.