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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.