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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Roxette,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.