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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.