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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.