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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Can,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.