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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.