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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.