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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.