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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Saints,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.