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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.