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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.