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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.