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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Japan,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.