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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.