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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
UT,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Gong,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.