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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Invisible,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.