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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.