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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.