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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.