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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.