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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.