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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.