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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.