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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.