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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.