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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.