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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.