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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Can,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
CMW,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.