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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.