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 Zambia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.