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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Standells to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.