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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.