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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.