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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Can,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.