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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.