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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.