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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.