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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.