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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.