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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.