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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.