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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.