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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.