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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.