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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.