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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
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.