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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Television,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.