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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.