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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.