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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Wire,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.