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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.