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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 10cc to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.