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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Faust,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.