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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.