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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.