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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.