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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Accadde A 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
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Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.