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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pagans to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.