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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.