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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 Paris and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.