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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
cv313,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.