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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.