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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.