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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.