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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.