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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.