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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Pole,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.