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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.