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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
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.