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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.