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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.