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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.