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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.