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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.