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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.