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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.