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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.