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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.