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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.