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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.