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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.