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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.