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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.