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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.