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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.