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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.