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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.