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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.