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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.