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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.