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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.