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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.