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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rap 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 Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
ABC,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.