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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.