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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.