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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 ABC to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.