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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.