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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.