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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.