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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.