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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Can,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.