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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.