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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.