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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.