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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.