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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.