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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.