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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.