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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.