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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.