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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.