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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.