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 Poland and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Index,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.