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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.