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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.