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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.