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 Sudan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.