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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.