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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.