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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.