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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.