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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.