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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.