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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.