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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.