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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Mantronix 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
The Index,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
AZ,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.