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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
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.