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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.