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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.