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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
CMW,
Roxette,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.