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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.