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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.