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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Wire,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
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Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.