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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.