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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Japan,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.