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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.