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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.