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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.