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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
cv313,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.