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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Hoover,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Scion,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.