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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Make Up,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.