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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Invisible to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.