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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.