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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Liliput,
X-102,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.