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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Symarip 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.