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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
This Heat,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.